When we live so close to the cliff edge

When we live so close to the cliff edge
So even one small shudder knocks us down
We must choose our attitude with calm
And not for rage or anger ever dredge.
When we live too close

Some  are saved by one outstanding ledge
They suffer shock but not much-dreaded harm
Yet we cannot trust mere Chance’s arm.
Nor on hoping for a climber’s wedge
When we live with choice

We need to know  that life awards no badge
We need to know what will be our special balm
In the imagination’s   proper realm
When we live so close to the cliff edge
When we wish to live without a grudge
When  our needs are close